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Under The City
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My Mother often spoke about her childhood in Boston,
rich with memories of dear Galway hanging high;
and the name she used most often was her father, Michael Donelan;
Mother said he was a hi-ho guy (whatever that means)
He was a hi-ho guy with a chip upon his shoulder,
Boston warrior with the devil in his eye;
and, by what grace he had, he was a son of Glenamaddy
Mother said he was a hi-ho guy (whatever that means)
Two daughters dead and two more children institutionalized found Michael
with a fondness for the drink and for the brawl;
one night they found him bruised and beaten, never privy to the reason
and thus did Michael Donelan come to fall;
He was a hi-ho guy with a chip upon his shoulder,
Boston warrior with the devil in his eye;
and, by what grace he had, he was a son of Glenamaddy
Mother said he was a hi-ho guy (whatever that means)
My Mother often counseled with this woeful tale of caution;
keep your mouth shut lest you be well off to die;
She'd say the fall of Michael Donelan likely was some smart-ass comment
you'd do well to be a hi-ho guy (whatever that means)
He was a hi-ho guy with a chip upon his shoulder,
Boston warrior with the devil in his eye;
and, by what grace he had, he was a son of Glenamaddy
Mother said he was a hi-ho guy (whatever that means)
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Once a year in Woodlawn Cemetery
when August in bright green is dressed,
clowns from the world over gather
in a place that they call Showmen's Rest.
Was June 22, 1918
4 am and the circus asleep;
the last of two trains, filled with faces and names
which that dark stretch of railroad still keeps;
(Chorus)
The markers read "Baldy' and "Smiley"
and "Unknown Female 43";
by the stone elephants, lay down a while
your souls
from the sawdust ring are free.
From Illinois they were headed out to Hammond.
from there moving onto Monroe.
From nowhere a troop train came screaming
down Michigan Central Railroad;
One Alonzo K. Sargent had been sleeping
missed the warnings, red signals and flares;
desperate, the flagmen all called out in vain
that the train had been stopped for repairs.
The markers read "Baldy" and "Smiley"
and "Unknown Female 43";
by the stone elephants, lay down a while
your souls
from the sawdust ring are free.
Most were dead inside of thirty seconds
in a mass of crushed steel, wood and wire.
Some who'd survived were then burned alive
when the kerosene lanterns caught fire.
Joe Coyle convulsing and crying;
his wife and two boys crushed to death;
in the end only two shows were cancelled
but still today passers-by hold their breath.
As the second train held their grim roll-cal
black smoke still hung thick at the scene;
in Showmen's Rest yearly they gather
when August is dressed in bright green;
The markers read "Baldy" and "Smiley"
and "Unknown Female 43";
by the stone elephants, lay down a while
your souls
from the sawdust ring are free.
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Gypsy Johnny'O
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Tenement Polka
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Azzip Gnik
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The Droimlins Lowell, Massachusetts
Multi-instrumentalist Jimmy Otis and songsmith Eddy Dyer, both formerly of The Reagan Babies have again joined forces to
create The Droimlins, Lowell's newest Celtic Gypsy Punk outfit; regaling you with songs of Drinking And Rebellion ~
If you love The Pogues, Balkan Beatbox, The Wolfe Tones, Tom Waits and The Dubliners, this is an evening you'll not want to miss!
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